The ill built bridge known as middle school was not easily crossed. Through that experience I had only one secure friend. We both had met in the sixth grade. Like me he was frightened of the change from one teacher to six, from two hundred kids to fifteen hundred, and the change the other students mindsets. Through our mutual fears we became friends. The two following years were dedicated for awful experiences, like my first time being bullied, my first time people I knew for years wouldn't even acknowledge me in the hallway during passing period. But one thing did benefit. My friendship with that one person with identical fears. In those two years we became best friends. Every day we would be excited to see each other in the morning and we would proceed to tell vile vulgar jokes, and use horrible disgusting language that we didn't even know what meant. Those were some of my worst years and some of my best. In those years he and I had gathered new friends and therefor new people to disgust with our terrible puns and dirty language.
Summer passes and high school is approaching. The night before “the big day” as my mother called it I was thinking about my best friend. I was wondering what new friends would he and I make? Who would be the member of our “group”? My question was answered the following weeks. The first day of school he was distant and not speaking to me. He would avoid me and whenever he did see me he never spoke, and when we spoke there were no jokes, no language, no communication. The most he would say is “I'm going seeya later” he was rude, insulting and distant. I had to stand up for myself. I would no longer tolerate this kind of treatment, the same treatment I was given in middle school. I confirmed the end of our friendship and years of memories, and laughter were gone. Things change. People, opinions of politicians, and surroundings. In my experience people changed. And that person was my best friend. I know what it's like to lose my best friend.
Summer passes and high school is approaching. The night before “the big day” as my mother called it I was thinking about my best friend. I was wondering what new friends would he and I make? Who would be the member of our “group”? My question was answered the following weeks. The first day of school he was distant and not speaking to me. He would avoid me and whenever he did see me he never spoke, and when we spoke there were no jokes, no language, no communication. The most he would say is “I'm going seeya later” he was rude, insulting and distant. I had to stand up for myself. I would no longer tolerate this kind of treatment, the same treatment I was given in middle school. I confirmed the end of our friendship and years of memories, and laughter were gone. Things change. People, opinions of politicians, and surroundings. In my experience people changed. And that person was my best friend. I know what it's like to lose my best friend.